Dally!

Dear Diary,

I hate this day. I HATE IT. First Johnny now Dally. When we went to the lot Dally threatened to shoot the fuzz with his unloaded heater. The fuzz didn't like that much so they shot Dal. Ohh, Dally, Dallas Winston why. You're alright Dar. Sing your copping with death song. "You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello. I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello. I don't why you say goodbye when I say hello." Ohh Dally, Johnny I miss you guys.

Love, Darry